Lost Poem by Kayla Jacobs

Lost



She feels so lost without her cuts
They've helped her through the worst
Her razor was a paintbrush
And the paper was her wrist
Every night she would sit and cry
While painting a new picture
Wanting to start over
Or just to end this life
The thought that ran through her head
We just so suicidal
She wants this pain to vanish
And feel the warmth of love
But nobody would love this girl
Who had more cuts than friends
Sitting in that corner
She's writing a long letter
Puts it in her pocket
And ties the rope around her
Rolling tears down her cheek
She closes her eyes shut
Hanging on her final breath
She is almost dead
Takes one last look at her cuts
And see that its all over
So there she hands
Pale and dead
That's what she always wanted

Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friend
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Akhtar Jawad 26 June 2014

A sad and impressive poem.

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A sad poem with the final journey description of a girl I think. It is truly and beautifully told as a poem.

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